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 Business Lunch for the secretariat of trade Mexico , Bruno Ferrari and minister of trade New Zealand Tim Grosner and 130 other business associates from New Zealand and Mexico . The object was to link in the ideas of the mission into the menu . A more abbreviated menu than this was actually chosen in the end but I put this one up as an example of how a menu can set the stage for something quite different , international future business relationships . The lunch was set in 'Bosce de chapultapec' in Mexico City Nov 2010.

The birds , New Zealand bellbird photographed in franz joseph 2007 and the Mexican national bird an eagle The Chucaraca. 



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Mexican New Zealand
Collective Prosperity menu

All the colors of green , like the country, rolling hills under the long white cloud.
Soup of poblano peppers with a stuffed tomato and statuesque green lip Mussels.


Slow roasted lamb shank in rich Mothers recipe Cabernet rosemary aus jus inside a agave cactus money bag. A sign of prospective future gains.
Set on a mound of buttery potato and choko’s.


Sweet passionate finale.
Chocolate building of layers of passionfruit and chocolate mousses with a kiwifruit Sav blanc sauce .In the end all deals should be sweetened


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México/ Nueva Zelanda
Menú colectivo de prosperidad

En el campo…
todos los colores del verde
colinas que se entrelazan
bajo la Gran Nube Blanca
Crema poblana con jitomate relleno
Y escultura de mejillones “Green lip” de Nueva Zelanda

Pierna de cordero asada a fuego lento
en salsa de vino tinto y romero
envuelto en hoja de maguey de la abundancia
sobre una cama de papas y chayotes a la mantequilla
una señal del próspero futuro.

Un final dulce y apasionado
Ensamble de mousses de chocolate y fruta de la pasión en salsa de kiwi y vino blanco.
Porque todos los acuerdos deben tener un dulce final.






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